To build a pyramid, it is to reach the summit of the perfection. And you, when do you build your pyramid of the love?
And they insist on the declaration that the money everything purchase, including the love. But, passed some time the love riots, because the impurity of the money is momentary.
When the trees undress, they show us the nakedness of their trunks, and later they relive, they get dressed of glory. It is likewise with the love.
Until reaching her climax, the love it expires, it jumps many obstacles, a lot of barriers. And you? How many walls of the shame and of the incomprehension you did move to you impassion yourself for your love?
The complicity of the closed doors, of the places, "here we are more comfortable, nobody annoys" us, in the disposition of the objects, in the constant heads in the air, disoriented. It is this the potion, the symptomatology of the love.
When the doors of the love close, it is complicated to reopen them. It is as a valuable safe that just rare people know the secret of her lock. And the love is as a safe, a lot of secrets that only opens up with the passion of the loving ones.
Paraphrasing: violent if he says of the love. But they are not said violent those that oppress him. Because they don't free the manifestations of the love?
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